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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I'll attend to that," added the Policeman. Gwendolyn's father had been gathering candles, and had seemed not to see what was transpiring. Now as if he was satisfied with his load, he suddenly started away in the direction he had come. His firm stride jolted the talking-machine not a little. The quacking cries recommenced
A murmur went up and down the double row of chairs. Gwendolyn's mother smiled radiantly. Her glance over the table was proud. "This is my little daughter's seventh birthday anniversary," she proclaimed. To Gwendolyn the announcement was unexpected. But she was quick. Very cautiously she lifted herself on her toes just a little. Another buzz of comment circled the board.
Gwendolyn's mother now began to admire the poke, turning it around, at the same time tilting her head to one side, this very like the Bird! She fingered the lace, and picked at the ribbon. Then, having viewed it from every angle, she opened it as if to put it on. There was a bounce and a piercing squeal.
"Now, I'll just get rid of it. Ha! ha!" Buzz-z-z-z! Again that high, strident note. Gwendolyn's mother was circling into sight once more. Fortunately, she was keeping close to the outer edge of the road. The Piper faced in the direction she was speeding, and prepared to race beside her. It was an exciting moment! She was holding out the bonnet as before.
And to Gwendolyn's father, "Why, that wretched girl didn't read the directions on the bottle!" There was another silence. The two men stared at each other. But Gwendolyn's mother, her face paler than before, bent above the yellow head on the pillow. "After I drank that teaspoonful," went on Gwendolyn, "Jane wouldn't believe me. And so she made me take the other."
"Another!" it was the Doctor once more. He pressed a trembling hand to his forehead. Her father rose angrily. "She shall be punished," he declared. And began to walk to and fro. "I won't let this pass." Gwendolyn's look followed him tenderly. "Well, you see, she didn't know about about nursery work," she explained. "'Cause before she came here she was just a cook."
The step-houses were seldom interesting. As Gwendolyn's glances traveled now from brown-stone front to brown-stone front, not one presented even the relief of a visiting post-man. Her progress down the line of step-houses brought her by degrees to the brick house on the Drive a large vine-covered house, the wide entrance of which was toward the river.
"But, oh," breathed Gwendolyn, her bosom heaving, "why don't you feel her pulse?" "It's it's terrible," faltered Gwendolyn's father. His agonized look was fixed upon the road. Now the road was indeed terrible. For there were great chasms in it chasms that yawned darkly; that opened and closed as if by the rush and receding of water.
"I I s-a-w!" he muttered; "I s-s-s-ing!" And expired, with his last breath gasping good grammar. Instantly Thomas leaped the prostrate figure and strode to the Gate. He was breathing hard, but looking about him boldly. "Now I come through," he boasted. "O-o-o!" It was Gwendolyn's cry. "Officer, don't let him! Don't!"
Is this the Doctor speakin'?... Oh, this is Miss Gwendolyn's nurse, sir.... Yes sir. Well, Miss Gwendolyn's a little nervous to-day, sir. Not sick enough to call you in, sir.... But I was goin' to ask if you couldn't send something soothin'. She's been cryin' like, that's all.... Yes, sir, and wakeful " "A little hysterical yesterday," prompted Thomas, in a low voice.
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